Don't Dilly Dally On The Way.

Seq - Dr. J.Pitt-Payne. Kar - Bunty Pritchard Jones. Jan 2001.

We had to move away,
'cos the rent we couldn't pay,

the moving van came round
just after dark;

There was me and my old man,
shoving things inside the van,

which we'd often done before,
let me remark.

We packed all that could be packed
in the van and that's a fact;
and we got inside all we could get inside,

then we packed all we could pack
on the tail~board at the back,
till there wasn't any room for me to ride.

My old man said, 'Follow the van,
Don't dilly dally on the way!'

Off went the cart with the home packed in it,
I walked behind with my old cock linnet,

but I dillied and dallied,
dallied and dillied,
Lost the van and don't know where to roam.

I stopp'd on the way to have the old half quartern,
and I can't find my way home.

My old man said, 'Follow the van,
Don't dilly dally on the way!'

Off went the cart with the home packed in it,
I walked behind with my old cock linnet,

but I dillied and dallied,
dallied and dillied,
Lost the van and don't know where to roam.

I stopp'd on the way to have the old half quartern,
and I can't find my way home.

I gave a helping hand,
with the marble wash hand~stand,
and straight, we wasn't geting on so bad;

All at once the car~man bloke
had an accident and broke, well,
the nicest bit of china that we had.

You'll understand of course,
I was cross about the loss,
same as any other human woman would;

But I soon got over that,
what with "two~out" and a chat,

'cos it's little things like that
what does you good.

My old man said, 'Follow the van,
Don't dilly dally on the way!'

Off went the cart with the home packed in it,
I walked behind with my old cock linnet,

but I dillied and dallied,
dallied and dillied,
Lost the van and don't know where to roam.

Now who's going to put up the old iron bedstead,
If I can't find my way home?

My old man said, 'Follow the van,
Don't dilly dally on the way!'

Off went the cart with the home packed in it,
I walked behind with my old cock linnet,

but I dillied and dallied,
dallied and dillied,
Lost the van and don't know where to roam.

Now who's going to put up the old iron bedstead,
If I can't find my way home?

Oh! I'm in such a mess,
I don't know the new address,
don't even know the blessed neighbourhood,

And I feel as if I might,
have to stay out all the night,
and that ain't a~goin' to do me any good.

I don't make no complaint,
but I'm coming over faint,
what I want now is a good substantial feed,

And I sort o' kind o' feel,
If I don't soon have a meal,
I shall have to rob the linnet of his seed.

My old man said, 'Follow the van,
Don't dilly dally on the way!'

Off went the cart with the home packed in it,
I walked behind with my old cock linnet,

but I dillied and dallied,
dallied and dillied,
Lost the van and don't know where to roam.

You can't trust the "specials" like the old time "coppers"
when you can't find your way home.

My old man said, 'Follow the van,
Don't dilly dally on the way!'

Off went the cart with the home packed in it,
I walked behind with my old cock linnet,

but I dillied and dallied,
dallied and dillied,
Lost the van and don't know where to roam.

You can't trust the "specials"
like the old time "coppers"
when you can't find your way home.

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Don't Dilly Dally On The Way - Music Hall Dr Pitt-Payne in London UK 14 Dec 2000

Don't Dilly Dally On The Way
Music Hall
sung by Miss Marie Lloyd
written and composed by
Charles Collins and Fred W. Leigh
Researched by Doug Grierson
Sequenced by Dr. Pitt-Payne 14 Dec 2000
Karaoke by Bunty Pritchard Jones